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Hey guys! This week I was prompted to write a horror story and I had so fun writing it (My next post will be a sci-fi story so be on the lookout for that one!) A quick note for this story: it is set in medieval times (The main character is the ruler of a country). I hope you guys enjoy and if ya do, feel free to hop on over to your favorite social media site and spread this post for all to read. Stay nerdy!​Little Snake

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​The world is black in front of me. My eyes are open, aren’t they? I wave a hand in front of my face, and my heart starts to beat erratically. Am I blind? What happened? Where am I? “Oh good,” A voice behind me speaks and I startle, “you’re finally here.” I’m standing now, although I don’t think I was a second ago. I force myself to turn around and seek the source of that hypnotizing voice. The man standing before me regards me in an uncaring sort of way. Yet, it still feels like his blue eyes, milky and pale, can see every insecurity - every secret - I have. All I can see is this mysterious figure. Around me, is nothing, a pitch black wasteland. I don’t know where the darkness ends; panic constricts my throat. I take a shaky breath. “Who are you?” My voice is scratchy from disuse. I awkwardly clear my throat. He chuckles without humor, “My dear, don’t you remember me?” I take in his cold and unyielding appearance. A memory tugs at the back of my mind as I struggle to recall where I’ve seen his haunting face before. “Am I dreaming?” Strangely, that doesn’t make me feel better. This vast desolate place draws all feeling out of the air and leaves me feeling void of all emotion except terror. “Would it make you feel better if I said you were?” He tilts his head in a deceivingly innocent manner, but the glint in his eyes gives him away. “You are asleep, yes. But what’s to say this is a dream?” Memories that I didn’t even know I had, start to come back to me. A stoic face that plagues my nightmares. Every night, the same exact scene; an endless darkness, a humanistic monster, and me - hopeless and lost. “Do you like answering questions with more questions?” I’m getting angry. I just want to wake up, or go home, or… something, anything to get away from him. My monster stands there watching me and I wonder what he’s got planned this time. “Go ahead and get it over with!” I’m yelling now, unable to keep the panic from my voice. “Torture me or scream my secrets to the world,” I gesture wildly, a crazed smile on my face, “you can’t surprise me anymore!” I blink and he’s suddenly in right in front of me, so close that I can see his pupils are nothing more than black slits. “Oh, but you just got here. Plus, there’s so much more fun to be had than torturing you,” A hand as cold as ice touches my face and I jerk away. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him, “such beautiful green eyes, and I’m not the only one to think that, am I?” I stop trying to pull away, his words making me freeze in terror, “How did you-” “Let me see, how did it go,” He lets go of my chin. I breathe again, unaware that I had stopped. “My dearest, your eyes are as beautiful and vivid as the swaying fields and lands you rule over,” He laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world, “My my, how sweet. Oh don’t look so surprised - of course, I knew of your little admirer.” “Don’t you dare speak of him in this place,” I shout at him, and I take happiness in the fact that he seems surprised at my outburst. It doesn’t last long though, and he starts laughing maniacally again. I finally wrench my face out of his grasp. “But it’s so much fun! You should be happy,” He taps his chin, his eyes bright with a new game to play, “you’ve got yourself quite a catch. I mean sure, this ‘Jonathan’ that seems to be so enamored with you is a bit cheesy, but that’s to be expected I suppose.” I don’t bother answering him. Instead, I look down at the cold, hard ground. Gasping, I take a step back, but I trip and fall into the red liquid, oozing and viscous, that now covers the ground. A hand grabs the front of my shirt and hauls me back up until I’m face to face with my nightmare again. His snake-like eyes are stormy, “Don’t ignore me. You know it’s not polite not listen to someone when they are speaking to you.” My brain urges me to say something to end this madness, but I stay silent. However, my false bravery is dwindling. He huffs and let’s go of me when he realizes I won’t say anything. I stumble back, trying to put some distance in between us. “You’re no fun,” he grumbles like a petulant five-year-old. We lapse into silence and my heart unclenches in my chest. Is that it; is he tired of me? Can I wake up now? I don’t wake up. Fear drags me down again as a mischievous smile spreads across his face. With the snap of his fingers, the scene around us changes. Where there was once darkness, now we are standing in what looks like a meadow. Wait a second, I pause, I know this place. Bright pink Cherry Blossom trees stand on the edge of the meadow. Silently swaying in the breeze like a benevolent protector. The grass is peppered with flowers of different colors. My monster has made the meadow outside the place walls. In my waking hours, this is my place of comfort - but there is no safety here. Not with the nightmarish shadow lurking in front of me. Instead, the air buzzes with tension; like a sword hanging over my head, just waiting to drop. I hear movement behind me accompanied by a quiet laugh. With one last smirk, my nightmare gestures his head. Slowly, I turn around and my heart leaps into my throat at the sight before me. “They look so happy don’t they?” My monster whispers into my ear. His breath is a chilling presence on my skin. At the edge of the meadow, stands a stoic man. His face betrays his emotionless aura as it is overtaken by a fond smile. The man, Jonathan, is a young lord that has been staying in my palace. Or as my monster said, my ‘admirer’. There is another figure as well. At a closer glance, it looks like... me? The other me plucks a purple flower from the ground and stands up. It - for I know in my gut that this is a creature my monster has created - walks over to Jonathan and hands him the flower. “Oh young love, how lovely it is,” my monster croons, and I turn back to him. I can’t look at the other creatures here with us. “What is this place? Get that thing away from Jonathan!” Panic still floods through me, but now, icy rage starts to seep into my veins. How dare he bring innocent people into whatever twisted game this is. My monster opens his mouth as to respond, but something catches his eye. A cruel smile, if it even can be called a smile, darkens his face. “Don’t look now,” He chuckles, “but I think poor Jonathan is smitten.” I force myself to turn around. I want to scream at him to get away from that monster, that it’s not me - but I can’t. My throat is drowning in sludge and my feet are nailed to the ground by an invisible force. Around me, the meadow begins to darken and the Cherry Blossom trees wilt in despair and sorrow. Out of the corner of my eye, I see my monster standing next to me. His sharp features stand rigidly in a smirk. I can only watch Jonathan takes the creatures hand and places a small kiss on it. The creature with my identity giggles and smile demurely at him, but their eyes are a pit of black that stares cruelly at Jonathan. He doesn’t seem to notice. “Oh,” My monster clasps his hands together, “this is my favorite part.” The creature jumps into Jonathan’s arms, into a tight hug. The meadow changes once more. The black pit of a room is back suddenly, but Jonathan and the creature remain. I gasp as the creature looks at us with a barbaric grin. It holds up a dagger, the one I was given at my coronation, and plunges it into Jonathan’s back. “No!” I scream in horror as my monster laughs. The creature disappears into thin air but Jonathan is still there, and so is the wound. My feet are no longer stuck to the ground and I tumble forward. Shakily, I run over to the dying figure. The distance is shorter than it looks and soon enough I am kneeling by Jonathan’s side and pulling his head into my lap. His blue eyes try to focus on me. Unlike my monsters, the blue of his eyes is as clear as ice and so very kind; but now that life is draining away and his eyes become unfocused again. “Hey, you’re going to be alright, okay? For me, you’re going to be fine,” I say weakly. My cheeks are stained with tears but I manage a small smile. However, there is no kindness on his face, only horror.“You,” he croaks, his eyes shining with terror, “you did this.” He tries to push himself out of my arms and I let him, too stunned to move. My senses come back to me but before I can do anything, I hear a snap and what little life was left in Jonathan is suddenly gone. “He’s right you know,” I startle out of my silent horror, as my monster speaks, "You did this.”“No,” I reply softly.“No, I didn’t do this, it was you!” I say louder this time but he only shakes his head in pity. There is a loud buzzing now, coming from seemingly nowhere. It won’t stop.“Oh no, my dear, this was all you. You knew it would be dangerous to form relations with our lovely Jonathan, with your position and all. But you still did it, you still decided to risk his life,” color drains from my face as my monster speaks, “You decided to be jealous and look what happened.” The buzzing is seeping into my senses, overtaking all other feelings. I try to cover my ears, but it doesn’t help.I yell above the buzzing, “Why are you doing this! What do you gain from showing this to me?!”He chuckles, “I’m not doing anything to you, my young ruler. I am merely showing you, what you knew would happen all along.” The buzzing grows louder and more insistent. Before I can respond, my monster smiles at me one last time before snapping his fingers and everything goes black once more. Suddenly, the buzzing turns to shouts of panic. I jerk away from the noise and a pair of hands shakes me. I thrash at the touch, trying to get away. “Come on,” A familiar voice says, “wake up!” I shoot up and the hands let go of me. My mind comes back to me as I realize, I’m in my bed and not still stuck in the darkness with my monster. A hand softly touches my arm, “Hey, you’re okay. It was just a dream.” I turn to face Jonathan, his voice calms me until I can breathe again. He’s here with me and alive. So very alive. “Would you like to talk about it?” He asks and I shake my head. With a shrug, he lays back down, gently pulling me along as well. When we are lying again, an arm comes to rest at my waist. A comforting presence that I’m thankful for. Soon, Jonathan drifts back off to sleep, and my eyes are drooping as well. Jonathan shifts and starts to mumble in his drowsiness, “You did this… your fault.” His unconscious words make me freeze and he pulls me closer to him. His dreams pulling him back under. The blackness of my room is my companion for the rest of the night.My fault. I don’t fall asleep again.

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